Have written many poems, meaningful and fluff
But I believe in that old cliché, “Enough’s enough”
Have run out of subjects, as one would suspect
And to write repetitiously I conscientiously reject
Hopefully new inspiration will finally appear
In a day or a month or more likely a year
And show up in my rhyme-less dust-binned brain
Where worthy poems will once again reign
How long that will be, I wish I could say
The desertion of rhymes holds me at bay
Until I can dream up good rhyming stuff
I’m certainly certain, “Enough’s more than enough”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem